He turned to look at me briefly and looked back forward. "It was not the eel that alerted me to the presence of dark magic, although it prompted me to find out." He started. "I got chills when I saw it circling around in the water shortly before it disappeared. I knew something wasn't right and when I looked at the nearest tree by us I noticed a carving in it. It had been freshly made, some sort of hieroglyphic symbol, but I recognised it. I had seen it before. When I was little." The moment that was our of his mouth I began to sit up.I knew so little about his childhood, about him really, and I liked to hear him talk about some things."When you were little?"He nodded."I'd been out with my father and some other wolves exploring 'the amazing terrain' as he called it. We eventually settled down for lunch and while the adults prepared the grill, I wandered off. I remember going so far that I nearly got lost. I came upon some cobblestones right in the middle of the forest, so naturall

Mavis offered to escort me back home safely with James leading the way. Several metres ahead of course.I tried not to be offended.+I don't smell that bad, do I?When he got to my front door he stopped there and waited for us to catch up. I watched silently on when we arrived at where he stood and he wordlessly pulled Mavis into him, holding her close from behind. His posture relaxing greatly as he lightly inhaled her scent.Even in the dimly lit late afternoon sky I could see the blush rising to her cheeks and even the tips of her ears.It was like I was intruding on an intimate moment, and I suddenly felt the urge to turn away and give them some space.Especially James, whose wolf seemed on edge around me now.But I understood him though.I just couldn't help feeling that I actually smelled bad, like maybe a rotten egg or something. I hope this doesn't last.I didn't know what to say exactly at that moment so I remained silent, awkwardly looking everywhere but at them.It was Mavis

I gradually stirred from my sleep.I shifted my arms and I turned a bit.+Then I fell right off the bed."Ouch." I grumbled, fully awake now from the fall.I stayed on the ground, which was very comfortable may I add, and held my throbbing head.How did I land head first anyway?I sighed and sat up after my limbs started working again.I looked around a bit until my eyes fixed themselves on the window that was revealing the dark midnight sky with shimmers of moonlight.It must still be dawn then.I stood up and looked at the bed I just fell from and the still form of Damon who was lying very close to the edge I just fell from.I looked at him and I had a small smile on my face as I noticed the mark on his neck.My mark.I made that.Wait, I made that?I moved closer and regarded the mark with a slight frown on my face.My mouth is not nearly that big. Surely.You'd rather it be someone else who marked him?No, of course not.I looked at him as he still lay there, very still.Unmoving.

I thought you wanted noise?Normal noise.Not creepy stalker sounds.But for some reason my curiosity got the better of me and I stood to see what was approaching rather than to run.Which is what the sane part of my head was telling me to do.Footsteps? Could it be Evelyn finally getting back from her stroll? But why would she be walking like that? Unless of course she's hurt.My wolf stirred inside me, steadying herself. I need to be careful. I called out to her and she didn't respond, so it might not be her afterall.The leaves rustled further and the sounds were now getting louder as if it was getting closer. And as they got closer I could hear the disparities in the steps.One step sounded loud and crunchy on the leaves, the other step sounded lighter though, with a little drag to it but surprisingly to leafy crunch to it, at all. They kept alternating in that manner. Consistently repeating like that as they got nearer.I began to crouch down a bit, getting ready to spring if I h

I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at the picture.Not sure of what I was feeling.Not knowing how to feel.I was in some sort of haze. I wasn't fully aware of myself at the moment.I feel it's easier to deal with loss when you don't know what it is that you have lost.This, this just makes it all so real.It makes the loss real.I know it isn't much but just looking at the picture, of a happy family, it was... a bit distressing.That was me.Little clueless me.In the arms of someone I can't even remember. My father.My father. Alpha Gordon.He was an Alpha, running an entire pack.And now it's all burned to the ground. Turned to dust.They've both turned to dust.I couldn't help wondering, had that dreadful night never occurred, would we all still be living happily in the golden moon pack?With my parents, my family and no knowledge of who the Clarks are?My father at the helm, running things, me following in his footsteps, my mother at my side, just being there for me.She would